Zerra knitted her eyebrows in turmoil. She sensed that the pack leader of these wolves was a mutated animal with a high level of intelligence.
However, when she tried to communicate with it, the pack leader glanced at her sharply before turning away, refusing to respond. The wolves looked feral, staring at the ability users with predatory glints.
They weren't zombies, so Zerra couldn't order them around forcefully.
Her eyes narrowed at the surroundings, at the area where new, smaller mutated animals had come. These wolves must have been called those here.
"Mr. Valez, what should we do now?" Arnold swallowed hard.
Nyra created the fireballs in her hand, bigger than her usual ones. "We should attack. These mutated animals are very vengeful. They might stop at nothing just to get us."
Darren pondered over it, and he turned to Zerra. "How many explosives do you still have?"
She thought about it. "A lot."
